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January 11, 2007
I whispear
It seems even if I wispear it would echoe in here, But it is home and its good. I call it accidental living, and more than ever what has happened in the last few month has proven to me how insifnicant our existance is in life. I say it in a very positive way, i say it knowing and sober. Things change and how we live through the changes shows your metal.
I haven't been writing much, I mean poetry, I had an article published in a local magazine, and just recieved fhe notice that another more comprehensive piece I have written has been accepted as a feature for next month in
Weston Magazine. As I have told Choob, it is a kick in the head, Living and working though takes most of times.
This morning I was reviewing some of the poems I had written before the dry spell. I am so happy that I don't throw them away, most of them look very promissing, eh, I enjoyed reading them againg, it is somehow like visiting an old friend to find out they look much better than you remembered. I cleaned a few out, tinkered with them, smoothed the edges and posted them on the new Poets.com site. I already recieved a fine review for the one I posted last night. You know it is rewarding, acclamation never get old and tiring, and somehow they inspire you
to do more.
So, I think I am back to do more!!
Posted by Idinraha at January 11, 2007 01:17 PM